"Tisdall!" he shouted. "Don't be a fool! Do you hear!" His mind raced over the antidotes for the various poisons. Oh, God, what a fool he had been! "Sanger! Help me to break this open. He's locked himself in."
The two men flung their combined weight on the door. It resisted their best efforts.
"Listen to me, Tisdall," Grant said between gasps, "poison is a fool's trick. We'll get you soon enough to give you an antidote, and all that will happen is that you'll suffer pain for nothing. So think better of it."
But still the door resisted them.
"Fire axe!" Grant said. "Saw it when we came up. On wall at the end of the passage. Quick!"
Sanger fled and in eight seconds was back with the axe.
As the first blow of it fell, a half-dressed and sleepy colleague of Tisdall's appeared from next door and announced, "You mek a noise like thet you hev the cops een!"
"Hey!" he added, seeing the axe in Sanger's grasp. "What the hell you theenk you do, eh?"
"Keep away, you fool! There's a man in that cupboard committing suicide."
"Suicide! Cupboard!" The waiter rubbed his black hair in perplexity, like a half-awakened child. "That is not a cupboard!"